Old age, schmold age. Who cares about crow's feet, receding hairlines, and forgetting where you put the car keys when you get such great gifts in the mail?
Thank you, AARP!!! I didn't think it was possible for my stylish, good-looking husband to get any sexier.
I'm the wife to a husband I probably don't deserve and mom to children I KNOW I don't deserve - living the good life on a little spot of earth in a small southern town and musing, sometimes ranting, about family, children, school, getting the back of my dress stuck in my underware in public, and other things that pop up in life. Everyone should be so blessed.
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